She most definitely flirted with me that night we ran in the snow. It was just a matter of getting a few drinks in her and she’d warm up, which is w...y I’d just bribed my way into this club — not to see her on the arm of some rich guy. And so I drank. And I watched them. I could tell by their body language that it wasn’t their first date. She was laughing and smiling, and giving him a look I’d never seen on her face before. Fuck, I felt like a fool. And so I drank. She didn’t even notice me. But the bustling sounds of activity going on downstairs told him that there would be no peace to be found.Slowly he sat up, blinking away sleep and glancing around at his bedroom as the cobwebs were shaken from his mind. Science fiction posters lined his walls. Books and comics had begun to form small mountains over by his desk while clothes where hastily thrown about. He’d have to do something about that before his mother pinched a fit.Stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders, he slowly. As for my grandfather, he loves me dearly, but he has never been real affectionate. We spent time in the woods learning the ways of the Apache, or we sat and talked about whatever I was interested in. That part was great, but he never held me in his lap and just cuddled me. In school the boys were afraid of angering the legendary Longbow. They were friendly, but they seldom asked me out on a date, which was probably good. I was so starved for affection I’m likely to have spread my legs far too. We were moving into the winter season, so there was not much to do beyond the necessary hunting. Therefore, I was able to recruit some help with making saddles and some of the other stuff we needed as boredom set in from the enforced idleness. By the time spring finally broke through, Bear had become an accomplished saddle maker, and he appeared to enjoy the job. I hoped that he would stick with it. We had 8 full sets of tack ready by the time the weather had warmed up enough for us to go back.